Love, Rosie Page #3

Yeah, yeah...

Oh, my God, is...

Is that? Bethany.

So, when you said he was...

Tied up. You actually meant...

Tied up.

Um, I should go. Any second now.

Oh, Alex. "Oh, Alex.

Where did you learn "Where did you learn

to do that? "to do that?"

I know. It's so gross.

Hello?

F***! I'm coming!

Are you supposed to smoke in here?

My parents own the place. They want

me to help out? I'll set the terms.

What's up?

Oh, right. Um, I've been

feeling sick like, every day.

Maybe you could just give

me a pill or something...

Any diarrhea? No.

Fever? No.

Stomach cramps? No.

Well, have you missed a period?

Yeah.

Uh, no. Virgin?

No, but I took the morning-after pill!

90% safe. 10% is the catch.

There's a loo here

if you want to use it.

F***, f***, f***!

Bollocks.

I'd love to, but Bethany's parents

are taking us out to

dinner at the Hazel.

How posh is that?

Okay. I'm sorry.

Um, I... I...

I've got news.

Me, too. Read it.

Scholarship to Harvard!

Alex, that's so great. Congratulations.

It's unbelievable, right?

Have you heard back

from Boston College, yet?

No.

Yeah, you'll get in.

Yeah, what about Bethany?

Have you told her?

She'll be fine.

She's got this... Oh, God, she's

got this thing about my hair.

Yeah. But she literally yanks it.

And she pulls this funny

face during sex like this...

Enough. Enough... I think she likes it.

Don't you care what she's gonna think

about you rushing off like this?

All right, what is it?

What?

Well, you're defending

Bethany. What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

I thought you'd be happier.

We're on our way to

Boston! Come on! Hey?

It's great. It's great, really.

Well done.

What, come on, you're coming, too!

My flight's in three days,

which gives me time to get

settled in before term starts.

You need to go ahead

and book your ticket.

Sure.

I have got some stuff to sort first,

but I'll be there.

Don't get blown up by terrorists. Okay.

Or lose cabin pressure

and fall out of the sky.

Rosie, wait, wait, wait... Or fly

into a flock of birds. I mean it!

I can delay, if you need me to.

No. You're getting on that plane.

I've got you something. Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Give me your finger.

Okay. Keep it there.

North America.

Keep in touch, okay?

Okay.

See you in two weeks, so...

Boston.

This way?

If I'd told him, he'd never have left

and his whole life would

have been ruined, too.

I mean, what's the point?

How noble. I'd have

forced the bastard to stay.

Oh, no, no. He's not the dad.

That's just some other loser.

You are turning out to be

a lot more interesting than you look.

Why don't you just get rid of the thing?

My parents are Catholic. I don't

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